gak:
These fjords ain't too shabby.
gak:
Where's the water part of the river?
gak:
Mixed river bed.
gak:
Purple flowers & a grey spire do not a cereal make.
gak:
For about forty minutes, I didn't curse, mostly from effort.
gak:
Prepare now to receive the light of God.
gak:
Dammit, where's my art deco house?!
gak:
What little light hits the Maitai River.
gak:
Ferry wash.
gak:
Toi toi up high.
gak:
Incoming!
gak:
Bend in the tracks.
gak:
Who watches the whale watchers?
gak:
Gold and green hills.
gak:
Chop.
gak:
Run, you fraidy livestock!
gak:
I climbed the Split Apple Rock and cut up my hands.